Thomas Jefferson is a very popular boy, handsome and elegant. He doesn't really like going out, but his friend Maria asks him to take her to the Polymanga (in Switzerland) that he accepts.
He didn't know he would meet a boy who will forever change...
I hear crying. I wake up to see Thomas on my right. I sit down and yawn. I am watching him. His hair is hiding his face. I put a few locks aside to be able to see him.
He is shaking. He is crying.
I leave my bed. I crouched down and gave him a hug.
"Shhh...Thomas calm down," I say softly.
"James ... you're gone," He says, shaking even more.
"Thomas, look at me," I say. He does not do it I get up are chin. His eyes are a little swollen and red.
"Thomas, I'm here," I say. He widens his eyes.
"Ja...James...James !!!" He squeezes me close to him. He is crying.
"James, do not leave me, do not leave me !!!" He repeats. I make him rounds.
"Thomas, I will not leave you," I say. I put a kiss on his cheek feeling the taste of his salty tears.
I make him rounds. He begins to calm down. He backs up. I am watching him. His face is filled with tears. I...I did not like that. To see him suffer. My heart is cracking.
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"Thomas, what makes you cry like that?" I ask.
Usually, I tell him.
"You are cute."
But there. His suffering is worse than all the others. I dry his tears with my thumb.
"Do you want to tell me?" I ask. He just looks at me as if, it's been a long time since we do not know see.
He touches my cheek, my hair, my legs, my arms...everywhere, as if he wants to be sure that I'm really here.
"Thomas...you worry me," I say. He dries his tears with the back of his hand.
"I'm sorry for waking you up," Thomas says in a broken voice.
"You do not need to apologize," I says. He looks at me and mumbles words. I look at him confused.
"Excuse me, what did you say?" I ask. He looks elsewhere. His face becomes redder.
"I...sleep...you." He speaks so softly that I understand only a few words. I try to gather them.
"You want to...sleep with...me?" I ask. He nods embarrassed. I smile at him. I carry him. He gasps because of the direct movement.
I put him on my bed gently. His head and on my pillow. I cover him with my blanket.
"Je...mmy?" I look at him.
"Yes?"
"My head hurts," He says.
"I'll get you some medicine and some food," I say.
I learned that it is not good to take a medicine without eating anything.
I take a pill and I take an apple.
I'm going to Thomas. He looks at me with disgust.
"I don't want to eat that. I don't like apples, " Complains Thomas, rolling himself under the blanket.
"Do you want something else?" I ask.
"Can I have your pancakes?" Asks Thomas with pleading eyes.
How to say no to this. I nod, despite my exhaustion.
I go to the kitchen. I take the utensils, bowls and ingredients.
I sigh.
It's for Thomas.
* Time skip *
I look at the time.
3:24
I put my plate on the table. I also made them in a heart shape. I smile.
When I went to my room, I thought that Thomas must be sleeping, but no. He is sitting on my bed. And look at the floor.
"Thomas, it's ready," I say, smiling at him. He gives me a weak smile. He hands me both his arms. I look at him confused, but understand quickly. I carry him in my arms as before. He puts his arms around me and he smiles.
I bring him back to the dining room. I put it on a chair. He thanks me.
I kiss him on the cheek. And go sit in front of him.
"Thank you very much, Jemmy," He says.
"You're welcome, mon rayon de soleil ," I say. He eats slowly.
I am watching him. He is the most beautiful person in the world. He really deserves to suffer as well...I say that ... but I am the person who has made him suffer the most. I sigh.
"I'm done," Thomas says. I smile at him and give him a pill and a glass back. While he is taking it, I take his plate and wash it.
"I'm done," He says, giving me his drink, I take it and wash it.
Washing this glass. I think of a way to stop Thomas from having a nightmare, but I do not know.
I put the glass. I look at Thomas who gives me a slight smile. He hands me both his arms. I smile and carry him. He's laughing. I laugh with him. I put him on my bed.
"Do you still have a headache?" I ask, covering him with my blanket. He shakes his head.
I put myself under the sheets. I put a last kiss on his forehead.
"Jemmy?" He asks.
"Yes?"
"Do not you think you're having nightmares?" Thomas asks. I think and shake my head.
"How are you doing?" He asks me impressed.
"I think of something that makes me happy," I say.
"What is it?" He asks. I smile at him.
"Do you really want to know?" I ask. He nods.
"I think about..."
I bring him closer and put my lips on his.
"You," I say. He looks at me with big eyes.
"I think of your smile, your blush, your laughter ... whenever you make me happy, where you feel good," I say. He smiles at me and squeezes me against him.
"I'm happy to make you happy," He says. I smile
"Good night," I say.
"Good night," He says. closing his eyes. He falls asleep quickly enough. I fallow him a few minutes later.
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I have reached the maximum number of part, so...I'm doing another fanfiction that will be the sequel. He will be called.
